Anita Gracey

Hand-Me-Down    ( read by her nephew )


You are a ploughed dark field,
overturned soil swaddles

your heart as treasure,
Clontibret’s tapped seam1

you pinned my paintings up,
each one a Gerard Dillon

your kisses a first-aid box,
arguments sticking plaster

smiles as stretchmarks,
elastic purrs

you had Willow pattern teacups,
on birthdays we raised our pinky’s

your laugh a grandstand,
one-liners own goals

freckles as rosary beads,
always to be counted on

arms comfort blankets,
carries my worries

you said, when asleep you sigh
my snore is Herculean

your voice as I waken,
a brass band of blessings

when you died, grief was the sea,
a hurricane I was treading

a boat was your face,
the drogue2 I let go

bequeathed in burnished thoughts,
in time, I’m a sunbeam.




1   A huge untapped seam of gold has been discovered near Clontibret in County Monaghan.
 
The seam, found in 2008, is believed to be the biggest ever located in Ireland. 
2   A drogue is used to slow the boat down in a storm
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Anita Gracey has been published in Poetry Ireland Review, Washing Windows – Irish Women Write Poetry (Ed. Eavan Boland), Abridged, The Honest Ulsterman, Poetry NI, The Poets’ Republic, The Blue Nib, Culture Matters, CAP Anthology, Bangor Literary Review and Waterways Story-making Festival. Her work is featured in The Poetry Jukebox. She was shortlisted Over the Edge New Writer of the Year 2018 and shortlisted for the Hennessy New Irish Writing in 2019.